DMT in the garden

My first time taking a full dose of DMT I breathed in, took the largest hit I could and slowly let the smoke slip out of my mouth. The taste was bitter, but my body remembered it from other attempts and I relaxed and closed my eyes to brace myself for the quiet.

DMT has a way of stunning your senses into complete silence. At once, every sound is heightened and simultaneously dulled as the symphony of reality becomes one true sound. My sound, hardly parsed from the intense electrical orchestra of life around me in waking life but a soft blanket of self with the invasion of these molecules usually reserved for death. This sound is what I pursue in meditation, is what I have singing bowls for, is what I chant for, yet nothing muffles reality like this little crystal does. In the silence, I fall into the blackness of my own mind. Suddenly there is nothing, just my mind and the void.

Reality is a hologram, and when I stop trying to see it as I understand it, I begin to see through it, all energy in every direction, 3-d, 4-d, 5-d. Past present future together. Two twin goddesses dance in my brain, as they have been forever. Their faces are truly infinite, my guardians. I see them every time I trip, and they represent my dual nature. They are like beautiful drawings, just lines of energy against the darkness of the void. Consciousness in a thread. They fade away into a series of golden…